This is a song about "Eating as"

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

No rations or resources for eating//

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Verse 1: i'm eating this fried chicken.

Bitches mad, was eating on they sofa

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Invading me are eating me

And losin all his money

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Her tears are like acid, eating my insides

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar